Chief Medical Officer's Log

[Cmdr JFarrington 0]

Chief Medical Officer's Log, Stardate 5003012.6

Cmdr Jami Farrington, MD

USS Manticore NCC 5852

 

Dr. Farrington fought back fatigue as she sat in her office formulating her report.  It had been a long day and was going to be an even longer night, given the extent of the injuries to many of the crew.  Once again, Margaux Roget had pulled off a nearly impossible task, this time the rescue of Colonel Eason and Dr. Faldorn from the clutches of former/sometime Intel officer Kurtz.  But the rescue exacted a terrible price.  Claire Eason, Ltjg Garnoopy, Ltjg Miltar Precip, Dr. Mele, and even Margaux, herself, had been injured in the mishap.  In fact, were it not for Margaux's exceptional piloting skills and the advanced technology available in Manticore's sick bay, some of them might have died.

 

Jami rubbed her eyes and rested her head in her hands for a minute, thinking.  Kyle Mele had faired better than any of them, sustaining only minor cuts and bruises from the Griffin's hard landing: good condition. Claire's contusions and abrasions and minor concussion: good condition, light duty and 24 hour observation. Miltar Precip's concussion, head lacerations, and punctured carotid from being thrown from the craft: fair condition, carotid repaired.  Ltjg Garnoopy: concussion, broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, internal lacerations of the throat, broken leg: guarded but stable condition.  

 

Dr. Suberance Faldorn?  Thinking of him, Jami sighed deeply.  According to Claire, Kurtz had planned to kill him slowly, inch by inch, just to break her - make Claire talk about Manticore, the ship's purpose, and what had brought them to Citadel 18.  And Kurtz had said he loved to watch them die.  What kind of creature could do such a thing, inflict such pain, especially on a physician, and to enjoy it . . . .

 

Jami forced herself to stop thinking about it.  All that remained now was Suberance's healing, and Jami wondered if he would ever be the same again.  She entered "critical condition" into his record.

 

Then there was Margaux.  Here Jami paused, leaned back in her chair and considered this person - this superhuman of sorts who called herself Margaux Roget.  Once again she had escaped what should have been certain death, and saved her crew in the process.  What was it about Margaux that continued to protect her, to save her from irreparable harm?  Minor lacerations and a ruptured spleen, easily repaired with Manticore's advanced technology.  And again, medical scans showed that anomaly in her cranial cavity - some kind of implant?  Her endorphins and adrenaline levels were high, but it wouldn't necessarily be caused by something artificial.  And yet . . . .for Margaux's security, Jami was reluctant to enter anything into Margaux's medical file, especially because Jami was not made privy to it when Margaux first came aboard, and as CMO she would have been notified if it were anything that might cause concern.  

 

Jami leaned forward, entered, "Margaux Roget, minor lacerations, ruptured spleen, good condition." She closed her medical logs, stood for a long stretch, then walked into sick bay to check their charges.  Kyle was taking a well-deserved rest.  Dr. Stone continued to hover around Suberance in ICU.  Jami moved on to check Garnoopy, who seemed to be having a fitful rest; she adjusted his medication, watched him a while, then shifted to Margaux.  

 

Margaux was resting comfortably and would probably be released within the next 12 to 24 hours.  Jami stood there watching Margaux sleep, as if doing so would give her insight into the mystery.  After a while, still standing over Margaux's biobed, Jami whispered, "Who are you, Margaux Roget?  Who are you, really?"